Chicken Hawk Ii Lyrics by Mack 10

Chicken Hawk Ii Lyrics

    Talking: the record you about to hear is basically true.
    The names have been changed to protect the guilty. (you a cold nigga)

    Some breathe gangsta shit,
    We dream of gangsta shit (repeat)

    Verse 1
    I hit licks nigga lead the hood in strong arm
    'bout to get more chickens than foster farms
    Now give it up or die this a mothafuckin' jack
    Hustlas guard yo sack the chicken hawk is back
    Impatiently waiting out of hunger
    My instinct to kill got stronger
    My wingspan's longer
    My guns loaded up and before you know what hit you
    I jump off the wire swoop and then i get you
    And fuck a tussle bitch cause all i do is shoot
    Put lead in ya dome take ya sack and ya loot
    With a foe foe (.44) revolver so my strap ain't a jammer
    I want pure peruvian no cuttin' arm & hammer
    Gotta take what i need that's how the ball bounces
    Now decide if you go die over thirty six ounces
    Before i go make sure no cameras in the vents
    Pull a feather from my tail and dust off my claw prints
    Nigga

    Chorus
    You knew that i was dangerous
    When ya took it
    Look the chicken hawk two is after you
    (repeat)
    In search of super chicken (have you seen him?)
    (repeat 4x)

    Verse 2
    Yo girl gave me the cock
    But now she holla rape
    So i take her to my nest
    And wrap her with the duct tape
    Pull my heat out squeeze and make these teflons melt her
    And watch blood drip all down the walls like heltah skeltah
    Take flight over the woods to drop the body
    And hit a lake to rinse off 'cause my feathers all spotty
    I stalk once again caught my prey by surprise
    Look in his eyes if he lies he dies before sunrise
    Where the work at fool the jack is on
    You feel the wrath of the chrome
    Kick in or get your noodles blown
    So hurry the fuck up nigga take me to the safe
    It ain't no time to waste with this magnum in ya face
    Make one false move i swear the gunshots rang out
    First i'ma kill you then i'ma blow ya bitch brains out
    A hawks technicality is pecking for his salary
    So keep the dope whoopin' while the hawk'll keep swoopin'

    Chorus

    Mack dime and that's one to grow on mothafuckas.

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